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Disclaimer: I do not own Blackadder and/or The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Edmund sipped his drink as he sat in the pub. Everything was finally going his way: money, love, friendship. Most unusual for him, being a Blackadder. He noticed the odd young fellow at the bar who tossed a huge wad of cash at the bartender in payment for a mere four bags of peanuts. Words were exchanged. The young man quickly left the pub. The bartender announced, "Last orders, please." Edmund finished his drink and got up to leave. As he walked out of the Red Lion Pub he heard a loud noise from above. He looked upward. "Oh, damn!"